Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the heart where whispers weave through emerald leaves,

A towering figure reigns, where the wild heart believes.

With branches like arms that cradle the skies,

The King of the Forest, where silence replies.

His roots run deep in the earth's ancient womb,

A tapestry woven with secrets and bloom.

Beneath the moon's silver, he stands ever tall,

Guardian of shadows, protector of all.

The birds sing his praises, a chorus so sweet,

While rustling leaves dance to the rhythm of feet.

The deer tiptoe softly, in reverent grace,

In the kingdom of green, they each find their place.

Storms may come raging, with thunderous roar,

Yet he stands unwavering, a sentinel sure.

For ages he's witnessed the seasons unfold,

Through summers and winters, through stories retold.

Yet in his great stature, a wisdom imbues,

That life's fleeting moments are what we must choose.

The laughter of children, the scent of the rains,

All weave in his essence, where memory reigns.

So gather around him, dear souls longing free,

For the King of the Forest, he cradles the plea.

In his shade, find solace, in his roots, find your home,

In the heart of the wild, may you never roam alone.

And when you hear whispers, like secrets unfurled,

Know the spirit of nature has gifts for the world.

For the King of the Forest, in stillness, decrees,

That love is the essence in every soft breeze.

In the quiet corners of a fleeting day,

Where shadows whisper secrets, and light turns gray,

There lies a heart, stitched with threads of dreams,

Yet tangled in silence, unraveling seams.

I wander through moments, where echoes swell,

In the bright bustling world, I feel like a shell--

A vessel of longing, adrift on the tide,

Yet beneath the still waters, fierce currents abide.

Oh, loneliness wraps like a shroud in the night,

Yet carries a spark of resilience, a light;

For I sit with my thoughts like old friends in a room,

And craft them to words that defy the gloom.

With ink in my veins, I bleed truths undone,

Each line a companion, my battles begun;

Though solitude hovers like mist in the air,

I etch out my journey, my dreams laid bare.

In the garden of struggle, I nurture the flame,

For loneliness whispers, but I won't feel shame;

I'll rise with a purpose, through doubt and disdain,

Each heartbeat a promise--I'll dance through the pain.

So I gather the pieces, both broken and whole,

And whisper to the dark, "You won't steal my soul."

For I get lonely too, yes, I wear that badge tight,

But I still put in work, carving pathways of light.

With every new stanza, I build and I break,

For the gift of creation, it's mine to awake;

In the symphony of silence, my heart finds its song,

I embrace all its shadows, and know I belong.

So here's to the lonely, the weary, the bold,

Who weave their own stories, each thread turned to gold;

We rise through the solitude, crafting our worth,

For though I get lonely, I'll still put in work.

In the neon glow where fortunes dance,
Beneath the glitter of a reckless chance,
There roams a creature, sleek and sly,
With dreams as vast as the midnight sky.

He prowls the canyons of greed and gold,
Where whispers of wealth grow brazenly bold,
Each heartbeat echoes a siren's song,
In the jungle of numbers, where the bold belong.

A master of hustle, a king of the game,
He wears ambition like a cloak of flame,
With laughter that ripples through walls of glass,
In a world where dreams are bought in a flash.

But shadows lurk in the glint of the coin,
As innocence dulled and ethics are torn,
For beneath the howl of the wolf in delight,
Are shadows of lives lost to the night.

The high-flying parties, the glittered excess,
Mask whispers of sorrow, of dreams in distress,
As the dollar signs dance, hearts beat in haste,
Pushed by the rush of a reckless embrace.

Oh, beast of the markets, sharp-toothed, unbound,
What price do you pay for the throne you have found?
The laughter grows hollow, as echoes unwind,
In pursuit of the beast, what treasures we blind.

For wealth is but fleeting, a flicker, a flash,
Yet the scars of the chase? They linger and clash,
In the silence that follows the fervor of heat,
Lies a truth that the wolf will never defeat.

So howl if you must, let your spirit take flight,
But remember the cost of the revelry's night,
In the bright-shining world of ambition and might,
Not all that is golden can survive the light.

In the quiet depths of night, I ponder why,
Why the stars twinkle in the vast sky,
Why the ocean waves kiss the shore,
Why the wind whispers forevermore.
I wonder why the seasons change,
Why love can heal and also estrange,
Why time slips through our grasp,
Why we hold onto memories that last.
I wonder why dreams take flight,
Why some battles we must fight,
Why laughter can chase away the tears,
Why music can calm our deepest fears.
I wonder why we search for meaning,
Why we find solace in our dreaming,
Why the answers elude our grasp,
Why we must journey through this fast.
In the mystery of the unknown,
In the seeds of truth we've sown,
In the wonder that fills our soul,
I find a beauty that makes me whole.

In the realm of choices, where paths diverge,

A moment of pause, a chance to urge

The mind to ponder, to contemplate,

Before deciding, before it's too late.

Think twice, oh soul, before you act,

For consequences reverberate.

Consider carefully each step you take,

In the decisions that you make.

Wisdom lies in measured thought,

In the silence where doubts are caught.

Let reason guide your heart's desire,

To avoid regrets, and avoid the fire.

So pause, reflect, before you choose,

Listen to the inner muse

That whispers truths, both dark and light,

In the dance of wrong and right.

For in the tapestry of life's design,

The threads of choice forever twine.

So let your thoughts be clear and wise,

And may you see through clearer eyes.

In the tapestry of existence, life dances on,
A symphony of moments, where grace is drawn.
With every beat of time, a new verse unfurls,
As the universe sings, and our stories swirl.

Life goes on, in relentless pursuit,
Through the highs and lows, it remains resolute.
Like a river's flow, it twists and turns,
Birthing joy and sorrow, as the flame of life burns.

In morning's embrace, the sun gently rises,
Painting the sky with hues of golden surprises.
A new day dawning, a canvas to create,
Opportunities abound, if we embrace fate.

Yet shadows may fall, casting doubt and despair,
Testing the strength within, calling us to bear.
But life goes on, like a phoenix unbound,
Rising from ashes, with courage profound.

Through love's tender touch, we find solace anew,
Healing scars of the past, embracing what is true.
In laughter and tears, we weave the tapestry,
Writing our stories, shaping our destiny.

Each breath we inhale, a precious melody,
Every heartbeat a reminder of mortality.
So, let us seize the hours, embrace the unknown,
For life goes on, in whispers, in cyclones.

In the silence of night, as the stars shimmer bright,
In the trials we face, and the moments of light,
May we find purpose in each step we take,
Navigating this journey, our souls wide awake.

For life goes on, an everlasting dance,
In its fragile beauty, we find our chance,
To love, to learn, to grow beyond what we've known,
A poetic reminder, that life's melody is sown.

So, let us cherish every moment we share,
Embrace the unknown, for life's wonders declare.
That though time may pass, and seasons may change,
Life goes on, a story forever arranged.

In the realm of dreams, where destinies reside,
A poet's pen glides, seeking to confide.
A symphony of words, whispers in the night,
Chasing shadows of doubt, embracing the light.

Oh, soul wandering on an untrodden path,
Hear my verse, heed their melodious wrath.
For destiny, dear soul, is a waltz to embrace,
Not just a whisper, but a dance to be chased.

Do not submit to the whims of blind fate,
Inscribe your name, let it resonate.
For the world is but canvas, blank and vast,
Paint your dreams, make them eternal and steadfast.

Through tempests and trials, hold fast your voice,
Inscribe your desires, make your own choice.
Weave the tapestry of life, thread by thread,
Control your destiny, where others may dread.

Forge your own path, beyond the beaten way,
Command the winds, let them follow and obey.
Though storms may assail, with fury and might,
Keep your compass true, let no darkness smite.

For in the depths of your soul, a fire burns,
Unleash the poet within, let it yearn.
Your destiny awaits, a masterpiece untold,
Compose your symphony before your story is sold.

So, writer of words, poet profound,
Break free from the chains that keep you bound.
Embrace the power that's burning inside,
And soar on the winds of destiny, unbridled.

In the darkest of nights, New Year's Eve unfolds,

A symphony of lights, enchanting to behold.

Fireworks painted across the vast expanse,

With colors that dance, a splendid cosmic dance.

With each joyful burst, hope pierces the air,

Glimmers of promise, a future unaware.

Explosions of shimmer, cascading from high,

Igniting the sky, an ethereal sigh.

As midnight chimes in, the world holds its breath,

In parties teeming, vibrant life's sweet caress.

Laughter and cheer, like confetti in flight,

Gathered in delight, embracing this wondrous night.

Champagne flowing, toasts raised in merriment,

A fleeting moment, a divine sentiment.

The year now departing, memories and dreams,

Unraveling streams, a tapestry, it seems.

In the haze of celebration, time takes a pause,

Reflection embraced, as a brand-new year thaws.

Resolutions whispered, held close in our hearts,

A fresh new start, destiny's intricate charts.

Yet in this spectacle, amidst all the grand,

Lurks a deeper truth, like fine grains of sand.

For fireworks may fade, and parties may end,

But love, my dear friend, will forever transcend.

So as the embers wane, and the night grows still,

Let us hold on tight, to hope and goodwill.

May this New Year's Eve, like fireworks that soar,

Ignite something more, a soul's awakening tour.